post call blues

So this is how it feels to be affected by an event. Mass call was yesterday, tomorrow im officially starting work as a first yearassociate. All my life ive never really been bothered by "mile stones". I have always ,managed to distance myself from the institutions i joined, like sec sch, jc, and uni, and never felt the sorrow of parting with those institutions. Graduation never meant much to me. But now, its different. Its so different i feel compelled to write about it. I must be feeling the sorrow of parting? But not parting with a sch or friends... Its parting with childhood, surely. It is the end of innocence, of cluelessness, of unintentional mistakes, of mucking ard and being able to be vague and not give two hoots either way. Surely, i have to grow up now. My time has star ted. To run out. And i miss you right now. I miss not being able to tell you what has happened and how i feel abt it. I dont miss the way things were, of course. Me forced to build walls beause of the invisible knife you had in your hand. But i realise that i might have been cruel towards you too. Maybe neither of us were fair to the other. Maybe recognising this is part of growing up. Still i miss you. Maybe tmr ill text you. But in all odds, i probably wont. I wish you well, friend. I need to stop havinh feelings for ppl who will never tell me they have feelings for me too. Who will never give any indication, who will never get me out of living in my head. Maybe its a choice, who to like. I want to choose rightly now. I want to vet my choices and be careful. Because living only in my head may give me all the choices i want, but guess, its stillfantasyland and i still get dealt the sad and alone card. So goodbye allen. You are yet another guy who will never tell me what i need to hear.

Acne

I am getting that panicky stressed out feeling again when I look in the mirror and see the red angry welts and black marks on my face. U.G.H. I remember freaking out in JC and actually crying and feeling suicidal over it one night. I wanted to take a kinfe to my skin and draw blood. Or to my face to dig out my acne. Looking back, I really wonder how I pulled through that night, that whole period in general? To feel so ugly, and not know what's causing it and how to fix, and to make things worse and to crave for your face to get better right away. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ughhhh. And now I feel like I'm being pulled back like an irresistible magnet to that place. It's not like I haven't tried anything! I've tried. I've spent what, close to $6000 now on facials? I've tried going off milk, I've tried drinking more water. I tried antibiotics. I've tried damnit! I dread the thought of going out tomorrow so so so so much. I need to pile on the makeup, and even that won't really conceal anything, just make me feel like my face is halfway more acceptable to look at. So shut up ok? Yes, I really spent that much. Yes, it didn't work. It isn't your cross to bear, so it's easy for you to say I'm doing something expensive and useless. Really, shut up. I remember how insensitive you were when I was having my exams. You scolded me about my acne and made me cry while I was eating lunch. I don't know what's your problem sometimes. Do you think I wished this on myself,like I wanted to waste all that freaking money??? It's no wonder I don't have a boyfriend. It's no wonder no one like me. My face is gross, ok. SO PLEASE. Just shut up about it. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm at my wits end. I'm tired of this fight. of not even knowing how to fight this fight, what to do next. I just need a break. I'm 24. It's not getting better. I;ve lived with it for the better part of 8 years. I'm so tired of feeling ugly and cursed